"I went out with Uncle Long last week. The mafia came to hang out in the cab in the morning and drove the plane without any co-pilot. Uncle Long was fighting with the man in the cabin, without a parachute on his body..."

The little girl with short hair and clever hair at the back of the classroom showed off her weekend adventure not long ago to her friends.

The students who ran over to listen to the stories were basically listened to by Xiaoyu, thinking that it was made up by Xiaoyu himself, and no one took it seriously because it was so fantastic and magical.

"Xiaoyu, don't brag anymore. It's the Black Shadow Legion. If there really is such a terrifying monster in the world, how could it be broken up by your Uncle Long with three punches and two kicks?"

The little child is at the time when he is most competitive and questioning. Even if he is fascinated by hearing it, some people can't help but jump out to question it.

"I didn't talk nonsense."

Although similar things have happened dozens of times, Xiaoyu's face was still so angry that she blushed when she looked at the classmate who questioned her.

This was one of her most unpleasant experiences at school. She shared her personal experiences with her classmates, but no one believed her and even gave her some very ugly nicknames.

"Come on, bragging king, Chen Xiaoyu, your brother's story is very exciting. Maybe when you grow up, you can become a best-selling novelist."

"you……"

Chen Xiaoyu stood up in anger, her fists clenched tightly, and then she suddenly turned her head and looked at the side, supporting her head to look at the group of little kids in front of her who were playing with Diapolo.

"Wang Long, do you believe what I said?"

"letter."

Diapolo nodded. How could he not believe this? He watched the whole process of Chen Xiaoyu's experience.

"Hey, you orientals like to flatter each other, it's boring!"

The little kids who joined in the fun scattered, and no one dared to provoke them, because Diapolo had long used his fists to educate some of them in an attempt to bully him.

"Don't be lost, Xiaoyu, they are just some unsavvy barbarians, and some magical things they would never believe before they saw them with their own eyes."

Diapolo comforted the little girl with a loss-looking expression, and his words made the girl with a little dark expression regain the eyes of the girl.

"You are right, Wang Long, they have no knowledge. They have never seen everything I have experienced, so they don't believe it."

Chen Xiaoyu quite agrees with Diapolo's words. Before she met Diapolo, the experience she described was always questioned, as was the same with the friends she finally made.

After this for a long time, she had accumulated huge dissatisfaction in her heart, so she did not argue with the barbarians mentioned by Diapolo, and even agreed with them.

"By the way, Wang Long, do you have time after school?"

The short-haired girl had a glimmer of hope in her eyes. She recognized her new friend and was eager to establish a deeper friendship with him.

"Why do you have time??"

Diapolo pretended to be confused, but his heart began to feel secretly happy. Obviously, his long-term investment was finally rewarded.

"I want to invite you to my house."

"Okay, I've long wanted to see the magical magic items you described."

"You will not be disappointed."

So, after school,

"What? Xiaoyu, you want to invite this classmate Wang to my father's shop."

Hearing the request from his niece, Chen Long reached out and touched his hair, feeling a headache.

"No? Uncle Long."

Xiaoyu lowered her head a little disappointed, and tears seemed to flash in the corners of her eyes.

How could Chen Long bear this expression? He scratched his hair in a bit embarrassed, and finally took out his cell phone in his pocket.

"Xiaoyu, wait a moment, I'll call and ask my dad."

"Well, my dad will definitely agree." Xiaoyu was full of confidence in this.

"Hey, dad?"

"Chenlong, is there anything wrong?"

"Xiaoyu wants to bring her friends to the antique shop to play..."

"Then let Xiaoyu bring it here, you are calling me for this?" The old voice on the phone revealed obvious dissatisfaction.

"Dad, have you bought a lot of materials recently? The store is too messy and I don't think it's convenient to entertain."

"I'll just clean up, what's inconvenient?"

"Okay, since you have no problem, dad, then I have no objection."

After asking, Chen Long wanted to hang up the phone, but his father's familiar catchphrase rang in the phone section.

"One more thing..."

"..." Chen Long didn't speak, waiting for his father to say.

"Help my dad bring back ten kilograms of seahorse dried."

"There is one more thing, come back and make tea for my dad."

"Okay, I'll get back as soon as possible."

Jackie Chan, who had long been used to his father's nagging, hung up the phone with a calm look on his face, then nodded to Xiaoyu, who had a smile on his face.

"Dad said yes."

"Yeah, I know that my dad cares about me the most."

Diapolo smiled and followed the big and small people who seemed to have the halo of the protagonist to go to the father's antique shop.

jingle!

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the copper bells, Diapolo finally set foot in the old father's antique shop, which made the Holy Lord fearful. The scene inside the antique shop was almost the same as he expected.

The antique shops are filled with books and antiques scattered everywhere, leaving the store with few places to stay. It seems that they are from all civilizations and eras, making the antique shops full of antique shops.

However, from the perspective of Diapolo as a dragon, at least half of the antiques in this antique store are modern craft imitations, of course, there are quite a few real products.

The authenticity and false doping are considered to be the practice of most antique stores, and the number of authentic products in this antique store far exceeds that of ordinary antique stores, and it can be called a conscientious store.

"Welcome to Dad's Antique Store. You are what Xiaoyu said, Wang Long!"

The moment Diapolo entered the door, he saw an old silver-haired man dressed in a very grand manner in the antique shop walking towards him with a smile.

"Dad, why do you dress like this?"

Not to mention Diabolo, Chen Long and Xiaoyu who came in together were very surprised.

"Is there any problem with me dressing like this? Xiaoyu has been here for so long, and it's the first time I've brought my friend home, which is rare!"

My father sincerely sighed that as an old mage with an unfortunate past, I hope Xiaoyu can have a beautiful childhood, but was influenced by Chen Long. Although Xiaoyu's childhood was wonderful, it was not considered beautiful.

"Hello, I am Xiaoyu's friend. Wang Long hopes that my arrival will not disturb you."
Chapter completed!